Noah could remember the day the Ogre attacked him and Hallel like it was yesterday.They were on their regular scavenge for dinner, still children, when Noah heard something rummaging through the trash. Driven by hunger, bravado, and ignorance in thinking it was a rat, he had the bright idea to catch and eat it.He and Hallel ended up chasing the scurrying sound all the way to a part of the trash heap with almost no one else.Then, an Ogre with the head of a demon and the body of a toddler jumped out and bit Noah's left arm so hard that it almost ripped it clean off. But unfortunately for Noah, his brother, in a panicked mix of screams and tears, awakened to his unique magic in that moment.And with one wave of his hand and a powerful scream, Hallel wrung the Ogre like a wet towel, blood and all, killing it instantly.In front of them…Hallel was taken because of that damned Ogre that left a nasty scar on Noah's left arm.“Slumrat!“ Red Jacket yelled, pinned under a wyvogre: a ten-f

Noah choked on the blood being forced down his throat. His teammates—all headless corpses—surrounded him, holding him in a bear hug, preventing him from moving. One of them grabbed his hair and pulled it back, another pinched his nose, while a third squeezed his jaw so he couldn't keep it closed. Hovering above him, holding its bleeding fist over Noah's mouth with a wide grin plastered across its face was the Ogre. Noah's heart pounded against his chest as he struggled. The grip of his teammates didn't falter. He found it harder and harder to breathe.As Noah locked eyes with the Ogre, its grin widened. Blood continued to gush from its hand like a faucet had been cranked to the max. Noah gasped for air, but blood washed down his throat instead.The Ogre grinned even more.The light in Noah's eyes started to dim; his eyes became slits; he was losing consciousness.“You should be grateful,” It said. “If you survive this, your pathetic life will be over.“ It squeezed its fist even ha